He was a cowboy, a hot one at that. You met him in a bar. He was sweet and pretty drunk, but sounded genuine when he told you he loved you. The night went on and he got even more lovey dovey and drunk.

Boothill was blabbering To you about anything and everything, pecking your cheeks, lips and head until it got a bit intimate, caressing your skin and kissing you a bit more deeply.

"How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice, and my room is out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar~"